'Winners' never touch skins
They know how to eat like bulldogs
They f** you over
Blank is the word they wake up to
In the morning when they're empty
Laying next to lies
They f** you over, they f**ed us over
Those sharks have done it again
Three days in every born ten
I try to manage this game
By doing the worst that I can
The eyes they show are full of green
Silly little lips mime the words that move
They f** you over
I'd rather be a loser
Than live in the mind if a tainted nail
Come f** me over!